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Competition
Aftermath: Week 3 Poetry 3
Textual submission

"Telona Murrage will never be avenged while the Iron Throne still stands"
A Haiku by Scion Tarentae

Sometimes your anger
and all your preparation
is still not enough.

Competition
Aftermath: Week 3 Poetry 3
Textual submission

Our guts tighten as
Blue zapped bodies flying,
His cackle dripping.

Competition
Aftermath: Week 3 Poetry 3
Textual submission

Immortal, alive
unbeatable in battle
This man will not die.

No-one knew his plan
His takeover was most swift
crushing everything.

morale died with men
cut down in their prime of life
quarter not given.

few men survived war
this was no exception
we are lost to him.

Competition
Aftermath: Week 3 Poetry 3
Textual submission

Cannot escape,
Darkness unfolding,
Win or lose, dying.

Competition
Aftermath: Week 3 Poetry 3
Textual submission

Our intentions fail
Our heart is filled with anger
But Pravus lives on

We all fought real brave
We all sacrificed a lot
But his reign goes on

Pravus' reign goes on
But we will not bow to him
Our plans will live on

Competition
Aftermath: Week 2 Scene Writing 1
Submission
Obelisk Adherent Rrogon Skar Agrona opted out of publishing his submission.
Competition
Aftermath: Week 2 Scene Writing 1
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General Stres'tron'garmis opted out of publishing his submission.
Competition
Aftermath: Week 2 Scene Writing 1
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Darth Renatus opted out of publishing his submission.
Competition
Aftermath: Week 2 Scene Writing 1
Textual submission

Wuntila smiled at the one way mirror. I knew that he knew I was watching. Time to march in.

"I'm Ranarr Kul" I stated, "and I have some questions for you. ... And you are?"

"Don't play games" he stated in an uneven, unemotional way, "you know who I am."

I seductively smiled, as I fixated my dark green eyes directly upon him. He quickly fidgeted and involuntarily averted his own eyes away. I knew right then he began to sense my strength and feel the fear and he didn't know why.

"…And?" I casually replied with an even more alluring smile, careful not to show my teeth. It was then I detected beads of perspiration that had begun to condense on his forehead.

As Wuntila just sat there, not replying to my questions he could begin to detect a slight scent of my anger that now mixed with his scent of fear.

"You know we have evidence of you killing Telona! You didn't handle for yourself! Who ordered the hit?!"

Suddenly, the door swung open and in walked some confident and cocky young Sith, Tahiri Drakon Night-Thorn. "Let the fun begin!" she grinned as she called upon the Force to put some pressure around Wuntila's neck. "Who ordered the hit?" I aked again.

"No! He'd kill me."

"What do you think I'll do?" grinned Tahiri while she tightened her grip.

"Was it Pravus?" I growled.
Tahiri tightened her grip even more.
"Was it..."

"YES! It was Pravus... "